DK and I ditched work on Wednesday to go to The Happiest Place on Earth--Disneyland. The lines were short and the new Space Mountain was worth the trip. We even spotted a twentysomething couple who were wearing bride and groom Mickey Mouse ears--they had just gotten married. I congratulated them even though I thought that they were freaks. Yes, you can get married at Disneyland. For lunch we dined at the romantic Blue Bayou that overlooks Pirates of the Carribean. We had a really scary waitress that appeared to be from Stepford because she talked in a robotic voice as if we were delicate little children about to have nervous breakdowns. Luckily she had to "take a short break" to recharge and was replaced with a nervous middle aged woman with a normal voice. I ate a side salad and half of a Monte Cristo sandwich. All in all, it was a dreamy day.

Epilogue: That night I put on my new Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent batik shorts, a pair of boots and shared a bottle of Perrier Jouet with DK while having chocolate fondue and doing other things not fit to write about here.

Previously:

The Lobster and Miss Hollywood Assistant
Happy St. Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day at Tiffany's
L.A. Dining Valentine's Day
Cristal and the City